The plan was to hike a 12-13 mile loop down Second Water to Boulder Creek then up the trail along the creek to return via Lost Dutchman Trail. I was looking forward to hiking the creek and shooting some fun angles in Boulder Creek Canyon.
Normally, Boulder Creek is a thin stream that casually babbles it’s way down the canyon. Crossing is not terribly difficult and the multiple creek crossings are part of the fun. What I hadn’t really planned for the was the late Winter storm that rolled through Arizona (and much of the southwest) dumping tons of rain and dusting the local peaks with snow. I stuck to my plan and headed out to Lost Dutchman State Park figuring I’d hike my designated route, in the rain if need be, and explore this part of the Superstition Mountain Wilderness.
When I hike, the “plan” isn’t much more than a loose sketch…an idea of where I’d like to end up depending entirely on what I might find along the way. I try to allow a lot of wiggle-room in my agenda and very rarely think of my proposed route as “set in stone”. Adaptability and flexibility are the name of the game. My dad used to say something to the effect of, “Plan B makes for better stories”. He was usually right.
I had to slog through muddy, mucky trails and cross many drainage washes running with water. There had been so much rain, the ground was soft enough for me to sink a couple of inches with each step in places. For a good section of the downhill side heading into Boulder Creek Canyon the drainage ran down the trail itself (very happy I had my waterproof boots with me on this one). Once I reached Boulder Creek I realized I might need to rethink my plans. The creek was swollen and brown with runoff and moving fast. I had already passed one group that had turned back at the creek, but I wanted to see it for myself.
I tried desperately to follow my side of the creek looking for any sign of a trail, or a safe place to cross. I followed a sole set of footprints up the boulder strewn creek fighting through vegetation until I was finally choked out. I sat on a large boulder in the middle of the creek for a long time thinking about what I wanted to do. As I munched on a snack bar, I considered the option of crossing the creek to look for the trail. I considered heading up the canyon wall on my side to see if there was a trail higher up. All of these considerations were sketchy at best and if the storm decided to let loose with another downpour I could find myself trapped on the wrong side of the creek or, worse, caught in a flash flood.
Eventually, I succumbed to reason and figured the smart thing for me (or anyone) hiking solo out in these conditions was to head back. I reluctantly headed back the way I came, fighting through the same brush and still looking for a missed opportunity to cross the creek. When I came back to where the original trail met the creek I tried my luck at crossing again but found nothing I deemed safe. So I decided to make the best of it and get the camera equipment out to play with.
The storm hadn’t given me much of a sky to shoot. It was very gray and overcast, very little definition and the light was diffused and too soft to create dramatic shadows. My immediate thought was that it might be a good opportunity to play with slow exposure shots. A slow exposure might give me a little boost of light in the scenery. It would also allow me to play with the moving water effects that I always thought looked so cool. I shot a few canyon shots then started playing with exposure times. I took a few shots right down by the creek repeating the same shot with different exposure times to see what I would get. The new shutter remote I got worked perfectly for being able to stabilize the camera on the tripod and get the shot without the risk of shaking the camera.
Specifications:
- This image was shot on a Nikon D300 with a Nikon Nikkor 10-28mm WA lens.
- Exp: 1/5sec, F/29, ISO-200, 18mm.
- Originally shot in RAW format and processed in Adobe Lightroom.
I eventually climbed up a small boulder cliff adjacent to the creek to get a better view of the canyon downstream. I snapped a couple of shots then turned the camera around and shot almost directly below me catching a scene where the creek was choked with smaller, colored rocks and desert riparian shrubs. The chocolate milk color of the storm-swollen creek softened the scene and when I slowed the exposure the movement of the water created a nice silky effect. The result was magical.
This really turned out to be my personal favorite of this entire set. I love the colors, I love the contrasts, I love the composition. The lichen on the granite rock below me provided some really nice interest and texture to balance out the detail in the rocky side of the creek. The movement of the water flows nicely in a diagonal across the composition dividing the two opposing scenes. It just feels really nice to me. I intend to have this one blown up on a tall canvas wrap for my office.
If I had not been forced to abandon Plan A and turn back, this shot would never have happened. I’m happy to see where Plan B took me.
More Images from Boulder Creek…
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We had promised Jason we would go hiking while we were in town. We had looked at some options but, not knowing the area very well, we opted for the most recognizable and easy to get to trail in the area: Mount Nittany Trail. My fiancé, Merelyn, and I were in Pennsylvania for her 20 year High School reunion and visiting with family in State College before and after a trip to Erie for the reunion. The day before we picked up her nephew Jason for a hike up Mt. Nittany, we had hiked up a new road blazed up the mountain on her parent’s property in Centre Hall. The hike took us to the ridgeline above their home, the same ridge (we later realized) that terminates at Mt. Nittany.
We picked up Jason from swim practice early in the morning and drove out to the trailhead in Lamont. Jason had hiked here before and was able to help direct us to the trailhead. Access winds through a few neighborhoods to a small parking area along the side of the road. The trailhead itself if marked with a large map and directions and there are small maps available to take with you. Jason was pretty tired from swimming so we opted for a short tour of trails. We’d hike up the main trail to the first overlook at Mt. Nittany proper, overlooking Penn State then see if we could talk Jason in to doing more.
The trail is very rocky, as is most of this part of Pennsylvania. Though steep, the trail is well-worn and popular with the locals. Blue and white paint markers on the trees guide you along the trail system to make it easier to track which part of the trail you’re on. We followed the blue markers up the steep trail, feeling old and out of shape huffing and puffing next to the 12-year-old casually walking up the trail next to us.




My most recent quest to the McDowell’s led me to the steep trail up the boulder-clad, granite mountainside, toward the fork that would take me either east to Goat Hill, Hog Heaven and the East End or west to Windgate Pass. My destination lied just north of the well-traveled ridge-line path to Windgate Pass. I would journey in the shadow of the Glass Dome, along the Gardner’s wall, skirting the massive granite promontory known as Tom’s Thumb on my way to The Rist…where I would seek out the Ogre’s Den.
I love creative landmark names and some of the best names on the planet come from river runners and rock climbers. It just so happens that the granite-strewn north end of the McDowell Mountain Range in North Scottsdale is a climbers heaven. The north slope of the range, where my trail would take me, is littered with massive chunks of granite rock. Some are huge exposed monoliths like Tom’s Thumb, a 150ft geological feature that is easily recognizable from almost anywhere in the valley. Others are piles of jumbled boulders that have collapsed on each other creating a virtual playground for rock climbers.
The trail starts at the northwest corner of the main parking area. There is


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I’ve only had it out on the trail once so far and I loved it. It was just enough padding to soften the rock outcropping I used it on. It also packed easily, I simply folded it in half and then rolled it like a bed-roll and strapped it in to the pack where the bed-roll would usually go – perfect! I imagine being able to use it as an extra layer under an inflatable sleeping pad on overnight trips. It would protect the inflatable from potential puncture issues and the grip would keep things from sliding around in the tent. And it would be there waiting for me in the morning for some nice tent-side
There were a handful of cars in the parking lot when I arrived. Mid-morning, mid-week, off-season I didn’t expect to see a lot of people out but I knew I wasn’t going to be completely alone on the trail. The morning was a beautiful 67 degrees when I hopped out of the truck and packed a few essentials, and non-essentials, into my new Osprey Exos34 (yes, I am testing out a new pack and so far loving it). I slung the new pack over my shoulders and took a few minutes to adjust it properly for it’s maiden voyage then headed out. Just as you get started there is a plaque on a boulder stating the trail was dedicated in 1995. The trail’s construction, signage, and markers were apparently a cooperative effort between the 








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The trail itself is a lot of fun. The terrain changes repeatedly, the trail wanders through dense Mesquite forests, crosses dry and 


I wasn’t originally planning a trip up north, but when I got a call that I was needed on a job site in Sedona for a mid-week meeting I immediately seized the opportunity to get some hiking in. It’s pretty rough being contractually obligated to visit one of the most beautiful and scenic places on Earth. The call was for an early morning meeting that would last until about noon. So the plan was to do the meeting, grab some lunch and then hike part of the Secret Canyon area. Unfortunately, FR 152 (which in best conditions is still a rugged 4×4 dirt road) was closed and I would either face a long hike in, before I could even get to the trailhead or find another hike.
Marg’s Draw Trail passes over Schnebly Hill Road where it connects to the Huckaby Trail. Taking a left would head you up Huckaby and along Oak Creek. Mund’s Wagon Trail is to the right and takes you to the main trailhead with parking, picnic tables and an automated kiosk for purchasing your requisite Red Rock Pass. From here, Mund’s Wagon Trail twists through Bear Wallow Canyon along a small creek in an area called Mund’s Mountain Wilderness. The creek was mostly frozen but there was still some moving water under the ice. This trail never really strays too far from Schnebly Hill Road and, in fact, crosses the road several times. The main rock formation along this trail is Mitten Ridge on the north side of the trail which rises above a lower formation called the Cow Pies. 
I also took this opportunity to pull out my handy JetBoil and make some hot coco. Sometimes it’s the simple things, like sitting on a cliff overlooking a scenic canyon with a cup of hot coco at the end of a snow-covered trail. Priceless!
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